tracing        wound,         shooting
star      skates      a      particular
           black     pond     of     night.

see       the       silvery       remark
           cross       my       heart.
(born      under      cauterising)

loving Her is like a peach,so juicy
in its richness,reach     up the clouds
                                 ,pluck off
Your sweet,     candy Love is Your reason
     to be.
Her beauty lies    in trees,seas,  bees
                       abuzz
the flowers knees,  the ecstasy of Love
is all:         a stream, a lake, a waterfall.

if Love is weather, plantlife,     & water
is limerence then her sickly daughter?

peaches **** wasps to them,wasps reach
                                          clouds,&
reap mayhem. trees are sappy, seaful salt
   could turns bees honey to liquor&malt.
I am thinking of Her, time is ticking,
          flame of love eats candles wicking
so look
upon Her face,& see       Love        is gone.

locking gaze (Yours,
    fleeting rabbit)
,must have kindled
something merriweather

growingred,like a
puddle who was spilled
            kittenish,
i saw You where I was;

in Love, &   advancing.

You are why I am      here so early;

hoped to see,&just see,

not say a word.

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& You are there;

at home with Him,eyeing

Love's great    big omelette eyes.